The idol I saw in the sky that day,
A long wisp of white with not a tone of grey.
A seamlessly coloured rainbow made its way through the white,
Emphasizing its beauty, majesty and sight.
A long river of white in a land so blue,
Left but meandered thy grace through.
A pleasure it was to stand there and see,
A never-ending show hosted by thee.
The idol I meant when I saw it then,
Was a painting of the Lord, being painted once again.
*Walking towards my bus stop watching the scene*
A long wisp of white with not a tone of grey.
A seamlessly coloured rainbow made its way through the white,
Emphasizing its beauty, majesty and sight.
A long river of white in a land so blue,
Left but meandered thy grace through.
A pleasure it was to stand there and see,
A never-ending show hosted by thee.
The idol I meant when I saw it then,
Was a painting of the Lord, being painted once again.
*Walking towards my bus stop watching the scene*
